It’s late now. And I have to be up early in the morning. I’m down to the last five or six pages of my notebook. Down to the last fingers of desperation. I’m losing my grip faster than I had anticipated I might.
How far will the fall be this time. Where is rock bottom. There isn’t any. Only more falling. An endlessness.
My mistakes will mark me. Marked as a man with no worth. No reason to love. No reason to hold. If there be anyone willing to stand with me, they would only be more lost and worthless. But God help us, I will stand with them. I will love them and cry with them in the last moments of hope and life. I will miss them in my darkness of forever.
Will you miss me.